Foster Johnson’s – Carriage Trade

Carriage Trade

She talks too much, driving me to sing

outloud madness, Spring weather quite

mad – and I go inside. How can

 

you make any dreams without Sleep

and Sleep comes hard when the

sweat pours off your body like

a clapping sound

 

Brown muddy water

Brown muddy water going downstream

to winter Palaces in someone else’s

hemisphere. I wish it was ski season

again!

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